The Alpha's Blind Fate
Chapter 68: A Savior For Her

Chapter 68: A Savior For Her

ZINA

Among the tales of monsters that were told to Zina during her childhood, there was a tale of an avenging angel told to every woman who felt they were a lost cause.

That tale told about the first woman who decided to take control of her fate in a world dominated by male werewolves. This woman, fighting against the sexism of their world, formed the Matriarchy Pack.

Unlike the Red Sisters, many begged to be a part of the Matriarchy. It is said that at the Matriarchy, lost souls will be found, and broken souls will be mended.

But they were as reclusive as ever, only accepting five members every year. And when they retreated to the mountains which was their abode, they hardly came out as they basked in the prosperity of their lands and their hidden civilization.

It was said that the Matriarchy could survive without the world. But a world without the Matriarchy? Not so much.

Zina, too, wondered why they were so scared. And she got half of her answer when she called onto the Matriarchy and they answered her. That one encounter with them left Zina in awe and slight fear of them. The very same encounter which Lykom Lupus had caught wind of and decided that she had to die simply because of it.

Really, there was no secret to their meeting. Except the fact that Zina had inquired about the sighting of some monsters that was reportedly sighted at their borders... an inquiry they were yet to answer to.

Even Moorim was reportedly investigating the sightings, but when it had reached Zina’s turn, probing into such matters had become a grave sin on her side.

Zoric still seemed stunned by the news.

"The Matriarchy?" He repeated slowly, as if fearful that if he spoke the words harshly, then they would indeed manifest into reality.

"Yes!" The woman said, although admirably, there was no fear in her voice. "I do not know how it’s happened, but they’re over a hundred of their warriors currently plowing through our armies like they’re nothing."

"A hundred?" Zoric repeated, probably still stunned.

"Master Zoric!" The woman screamed, "snap out of it and come lead this war! Prove to the Arising Rogues that you’re more than capable of doing so!"

The moment Zina sensed Zoric standing straight, Zina clutched blindly at him, her arm landing squarely on his legs.

"Lead this war, and you will surely die." Zina spelt out the words without pause. She didn’t need a vision to know that it was true.

"Is this it?" Zoric gritted. "Is this the strategy you foresaw that would end this war? Us facing the Matriarchy Pack with zero preparations?!"

Zina didn’t bother telling him that she didn’t see any vision in the first place. Clutching his leg tighter, she spoke hurriedly. "Since it has gotten to this, it is time to take the cowards way out. Run, and you might at least be able to keep your life."

Zoric laughed maniacally, harshly snagging his legs away. "Have you not heard the saying? Wherever the Matriarchy enters, only two things could possibly happen—redemption, or destruction."

And with that, the steps of him walking away filled Zina with gnawing horror.

"Surely you do not mean to keep me here?! At least if you want to die, have the decency to keep me out of it!" Zina screamed, her frustration causing her to grit her teeth.

Just how had her life progressed to the point where she was to die in the inferno of a war where enemy and friend could not be easily distinguished? Not like she was hoping the Matriarchy would recognize her and then spare her life. As far as Zina was concerned they were probably the biggest evil in this picture.

When they showed brutality, they hardly applied restraint. So Zina was sure that of the saying Zoric spoke of, only destruction awaits them at the end. A carnage so bad it would sweep through the rogue army camp of tens of thousands, leaving no one unscathed.

Including herself.

Not to mention, Daemon’s army was on the way. And the gods curse her, perhaps even the WolfKnight’s.

"To die here or not to die here," Zoric taunted, "I am afraid that is a choice up to a fate which I must enjoin you to see for yourself."

Zina bit her lips as the door was slammed close, and the sound of the lock being put in place threatened to drive her mad.

She sat there on the floor, hugging herself pathetically.

Her excellent hearing picked on the sounds of the war; bones snapping, flesh ripping, howlings tearing into the air.

It was like bad music, the kind that drenched the space in between her breasts with sweat.

A sense of deja-vu kept her captive as she remembered that day six years ago when she realized her pack’s betrayal. She sat on the floor in the same manner, her head buried in between her legs.

Realizing that she was repeating the same posture, she stood abruptly, slightly staggering on her two feet.

Never again would she be like that again. Never.

Using her frail body for impact, she started slamming herself against the door in a futile attempt to break it open. Over and over again, she repeated the act until her muscles ached, and a bone or two dislocated.

Tears stung her eyes, but she simply turned to the good side of her body, repeating the same.

She slammed that side of her body against the door, but nothing happened.

"Why won’t you open?" She gritted into the cocoon of the room. "Just.Open!"

Only if her words were magical, then the door would have budged open. Instead, all the harm she intended to cause the door was done to her body instead.

It got to a point where she could no longer act blind to the pain. The pain was so bad that she could taste it on the tip of her tongue. She slid down against the door to the floor, unshed tears still stinging her eyes.

For some reasons, her stubbornness made her tears unwilling to slide down her cheeks. She just sat there against the door, stewing in the silence in her mind while waiting for the unknown.

Rogue Armies were normally burned down after a war. Would she remain trapped in that room undiscovered, and perhaps then burnt down along dead corpses.

That was surely a very violent way to die.

She was still thinking of the various ways she could die when the door was pushed open, causing Zina to topple away from the door.

"Theta Zina," a young, strange voice panted, "thank the goddess I found you."

The young man reeked like a rogue. "Who are you?"

"I am someone who is grateful for your vision all those years ago," the person said, sounding truly grateful, "and I have come to rescue you!"